The Chains

The clanging of the chains,
I forged myself,
Blind my hearing,
From everything else.

The misery is bold,
So plain to see,
The only monster I have to blame,
Is me, me, me.

I dug my own grave,
Oh so deep,
And now I shall rest in it.
But none will weep.

I pull the dirt in,
As gore runs to my knees,
And I embrace,
What hell holds for me.